You look like you spent the night in that car.”

“I drove straight back from the restaurant.”

“Boston isn’t all that far.” She set the cup down in front of me.

The saucer clinked against the iron table.

A man came around the corner of the mansion with a leather portfolio tucked under one arm.

Gray quilted vest, mud on the toes of his boots, a steel tape measure clipped to his belt.

He laid the portfolio down and unzipped it.